Not Personal, Not Impersonal

Right. Right.

“What’s going on?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you know. The situation.”
“What situation?”
“Well you, the duck, the Hoover, the duffle coat.”
“Oh it’s not what it looks like.”
“In what way?”
“What do you mean ‘in what way’?”
“Well I don’t even know what this does look like, let alone what it doesn’t.”
“Oh I see.”
“So…”
“Right. Well I’d just got in from outside.”
“Right.”
“Well it’s raining out there so I was wearing this duffle coat.”
“Right.”
“And so I walk into my apartment.”
“Right.”
“And I turn around and there’s this duck just standing there.”
“Okay.”
“And then, right while I’m staring at this duck it suddenly does a crap right the on the floor. So then…”
“…you go and get your Hoover to get rid of it?”
“Exactly.”
“But wait a minute.”
“What?”
“That is exactly what it looks like. So, then, what really happened?”
“Ah…”